Superstar artist Darick Robertson ( The Boys, Transmetropolitan, Happy! ) is joined by acclaimed artists Simon Bisley, Clint Langley, Colin MacNeil, and Gabo for the second pulse-pounding volume, written by Eric Peterson and Joe Aubrey!
In the future, unemployment and job dissatisfaction are sky-high. When you've got nothing left to lose, you join the Intergalactic Postal Service (IPS). Its courier fees are steep—and they go only to whomever ultimately fulfills the delivery, making every run a comically violent free-for-all between the most ruthless mercenaries in the cosmos!
A Space Bastard can be anything—pervert, dope fiend, refugee, drunk, thief, or psychopath—but they don’t care what you call them. They approach their work with a near-criminal appetite for self-destruction. They don’t want to be district manager or employee of the month or a pencil-pusher. A Postal Carrier stays because they’ve found a home, or even a family, in the IPS. Under the volatile leadership of Postmaster General Roy Sharpton, the Bastards are constantly at each other’s throats trying to settle scores and earn big money. And the only thing they hate more than losing out on a delivery is anyone stupid enough to try to end their way of life… or anyone who does them wrong.
Darrick Robertson is a beast in this series, and some of the guest artists in the expanded series were great also, but not even that was able to level things out. This series has good bones and could be more but the pacing was a little on the jumpy side and made it feel pointless to follow along.
I got this series, 2 volumes, via a Humble Bundle. A salaryman gets fired from his job, and as he has nothing left to lose, he applies for a job at the Intergalactic Postal Service. It is no ordinary postal service. Once a package enters the system, it is fair game. Every mailman, space bastard, can take it off another mailman through subterfuge or (mostly) violence, even lethal, and every time it changes hands, the fee increases. Talk about going postal. It is not much of a story, but the frantic, chaotic energy of the artwork reminded me of Transmetropolitan, and it is indeed the same artist. The first volume and the beginning of the second volume are one story, which is ok. The remainder of the second volume is filled with short stories, which are sh*te.